Chapter 1447 - 471: The Evil God Returns Again_2

Chapter 1447: Chapter 471: The Evil God Returns Again_2

Each rainbow light flashing across the sky took away a large number of players’ lives, and little blue dots on the map disappeared in batches.

The hard-earned advantage seemed to be about to be overturned in the blink of an eye.

An old saying goes that how much water a barrel can hold doesn’t depend on the longest plank, but on the shortest one.

But that’s the thinking of normal people; some like to take crooked paths, pointing out that if the longest plank is sufficiently long, the barrel can be tilted to hold more water.

Blame the world for its ridiculous level of technical eccentricity, as Cyberspace has led to an excessively developed network where everything must be connected, satellites included.

It can be said whoever controls the network controls half the world.

And unfortunately, the player’s combat power in Cyberspace is far beyond what mortal flesh can compare. ℯℯ𝑙.

Although in reality there are no rockets or anti-satellite weapons, meaning I can’t deal with your space-based weapons, it doesn’t mean I can’t slap you via the internet.

Just as Morrison felt proud of the satellite weapons’ awe-inspiring power of the European Space Agency, in Cyberspace, the great evil god had already awakened.

"Aooo!!!"

The evil god’s awakening emitted a sharp, eerie howl that reverberated across the universe.

This time, the evil god did not directly take physical form but appeared in a form of dark, foul data, viscous like petroleum.

Its scale wasn’t as massive as when over ten thousand players joined collectively last time, with only a hundred hackers coordinated by many life-oriented players.

Although the framework had been optimized multiple times, no hacker as powerful as Song Zhaomei joined, causing a loose overall data structure, lacking a central cognitive body, with many internal operational bugs.

Precisely because of this, the chaotic disordered thinking made it more like a digital embodiment of archaic evil will.

Each whisper it emitted could plunge humans into the deepest madness of despair.

If the last time was merely a facade, then this time it already carried some essence of Gatandje.

Meanwhile, as the evil god awakened, players on the frontline in reality made gains.

Because space-based weapons couldn’t capture players’ positions via network signals, they relied on ground special forces for guided firing.

Yet, as long as human guidance was involved, flaws were inevitable.

Especially in the eyes of players with very high combat levels and extraordinarily rich experience, no matter how well-hidden you are, you’re exposed—their death intuition sometimes being more reliable than radar.

"Alright, everyone, hands on heads."

Natural Curl tapped their captured war prisoners—a whole special forces squad—with the blade’s tip.

"Sneakily lurking around, it’s clear you have ill intentions."

Wig pointed at the already amputated war prisoners turned into human stumps, curious.

"They don’t have hands anymore; do they still need to put them on their heads?"

"Shut up! You’re way too talkative."

Natural Curl muttered.

"It’s procedure, do you get it? The necessary procedures need to be followed; otherwise, the cut-scene won’t move to the next stage."

Tutu picked up a piece of equipment from the ground and examined it.

"It’s confirmed, this is a beacon; they must have been guiding satellite bombardment just now."

"Wow, important mission item get!"

Natural Curl rested the blade on their shoulder, asking Tutu.

"And then what? What are you going to do with it?"

"Their internal network must be connected to a satellite array, like Musk’s Starlink."

Tutu explained while summoning a few bodies to start data linkage on these human stumps on the ground.

"By finding the Starlink signal interface in their minds, we can reverse locate the satellite array network in Cyberspace, then invade it, rather than assaulting the European Community’s data fortress as we did last time."

Last time, players attempted to attack the satellite array but couldn’t find the location, only borrowing the way to attack the European Community. But their defenses were truly stringent, with a cloud of hacker commanders under them, plus top hacker groups like Internet Supervisor, even players couldn’t shake their data fortress.

In that case, bypass the firewall and hacker troops of the data fortress, directly attack the satellite network.

The Black Wall can reach any device using the human network, like opening a portal; if you don’t physically disconnect the internet, they could find your location.

Once Tutu finished data linkage and signaled the command center—

"Ah!!!"

The human stumps on the ground screamed and widened their eyes, bodies unnaturally convulsing, pitch-black data streams darting through their cybernetic eyes, being a symbol of the evil god corrupting their will.

Limbs formed from data worms were stealing their memory!

At the moment, as the evil god’s minion Natural Curl and associates strictly supervised those pitiful offerings.

Those sacrifices’ screams fell on deaf ears.

Just kidding, they’re not killed on the spot just because they still have value, otherwise, considering their CS deeds in Cuba, dying a thousand times wouldn’t be enough.

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Cyberspace was initially divided into several major regions. Because Europeans were the earliest and deepest in network development, the Europa region naturally became the largest territory.

Moreover, with teams like Internet Supervisor composed of world-class hackers, even in the rebuilt local networks after the network collapse, the European Community side remained the safest.